Thursday, September 10, 2009

Just Take A Fall, Kid ...

Ah, sweet Autumn, and the joys it brings. The uncertainty as to how cold it can get before one's new used car won’t start. The very real and horrific possibility of a goddamned Yankees/goddamned Dodgers World Series. The now pre-dawn ride to work combined with the awareness that the greenbelt will soon be covered with slick, wet, fallen leaves, upon which a front tire will slide sideways as smoothly as an egg on Teflon*, leaving one whimpering in pain on the cold, hard asphalt, bleeding and aching in the dark; alone, so very alone …

Boy, some people just ain’t happy ‘less they’re bitchin’ …

* This has been another installment in my long-running series, "World's Worst Analogies."

4 comments:

Pick-a-lilly said...

First: Autumn is not officially here until September 21st (I'm having trouble letting go of Summer this year). Second: You seriously whine and cry in the dark alone after a little scuff on your bike? Why are you riding your bike in the dark for anyway? I BROKE MY FOOT AND I STILL WALKED, SKATED, BIKED, AND WORKED OUT!!!!

If I'm a meanie, you're a weenie, Acorn. heheheee!!

Pick-a-lilly said...

PS

My friend, the former sniper, was astounded that I was able to do all of these things with a broken foot. Apparently, when he broke his foot, he couldn't walk at all(weakling). My high pain threshold must have made him feel especially weak, for shortly thereafter he began to make fun of me and accuse me of being a masochist. Which is, of course, ridiculous.

The Dead Acorn said...

I seem to remember some sort of ambulance trip after a bike mishap. Hmmm.

Pick-a-lilly said...

My memory of that event is still a little sketchy. To this day, I am uncertain if I actually fainted and fell off my bike (as I've been told), or if I was pushed.

What I do remember, however, is that I did NOT cry.